*****I remember that day as if I had actually been sober. It could have been one of those"smack yourself down to sobriety" moments the second I saw you behind the bar that night.
With nowhere else to go that would let me drink because of my level of intoxication, my best friend and I stumbled upon your hole in the wall bar down town. I was ready to continue drinking since my hotel was only a few blocks away from where we were at. Mauricio was on strict duty to keep me away from any men since I was exclusively dating someone back home. I kept trying to convince myself that Tyler could be a good potential boyfriend.
After who knows how many beers and shots, my inhibition to having one last affair in a different city overcame me when I looked at your face. I was no longer drunk. Well, maybe a little. All I knew was that the bartender, you, was hot and I wanted to sleep with him. In my efforts to get that accomplished, I began to flit with you. I asked you to show me your abs. I kept asking you to flash me. You told me you would if I did it first. I flashed you my panties since I was wearing a summer dress. You lifter your shirt and I saw all the tattoos on your body. I wanted you so bad right there and then. I had forgotten that Mauricio had left to use the restroom when all my sexual fury had been unleashed onto you, my sexy bartender. It was last call and I wanted more. I grabbed your phone when you were not looking and I saved my number there. I asked you if you wanted to go home with me. I told you I was in town for three more days and that all I wanted was a one night stand. At this point, I don't remember what happened there. I remember walking through the river walk towards the hotel and being attacked by a duck and also breaking my shoe... All I could think of was this gorgeous sexy man at this bar and being on top of him...no guilty thoughts came through my mind...*****
I arrived at the hotel at 6 am with only 3 hours until I had to be in the conference. I was still a little drunk...To my surprise, I received a text message from Ryan telling me how happy and lucky he felt about meeting me and how I picked him up just like that. I was really interested in just sleeping with him. I figured we would go to his place, get our clothes off and get things going.
He continued to text me throughout the day telling me how he could not forget my beautiful smile and my bright brown eyes.
We agreed on a time when he would pick me up from the hotel. We agreed on 6:30 pm. I had kind of forgotten what he looked like but trusted my drunk subconscious. I was a little nervous but really looking forward to getting laid. He picked me up and he looked even better now that I was sober. I could not believe my eyes how attracted to him I was.
He opened the door for me and complemented me on how great I looked. He asked if I was hungry and drove us to a restaurant. It turned out to be his favorite Italian restaurant where he was actually known. There was a one hour wait and decided to actually stay and have a drink or two at the bar. On the way there and while we were waiting for our table, we actually talked and began to really get to know each other better. There was this pull we both felt towards each other. We could not explain it. We both felt it. It was so real. He kissed me and I felt this bolt of lighting shoot from the top of my head to my heart...I know he felt it too because he squeezed my hand so tight.
Throughout dinner we both jokingly said to each other how it would be awesome if we got married....we would make an amazing couple. There was something about us both. It was like we had known each other all along. His eyes meeting mine and these feelings were real. There was no more lust going through my head. I felt like I was falling in love. He was true. We didn't have to put up a front. I was only there for another two days and I would be going home. I had only intended to sleep with him and not fall in love with him. He didn't have to pretend to like me or offer me the world. I was already going to give him by body...Yet, at that point, I felt ready to give him my soul.
There was no shame in being ourselves and on telling each other our darkest secrets. My home was 6 hours away from his and my intentions were just sex...nothing more.
As dinner was over, he received a call from his job asking him to come in earlier than expected. I completely understood and I had to leave too since I had a company party to attend. I told him that I would go see him at the bar when my party was over. I excused myself to use the lady's restroom.
When I returned, Ryan was on one knee and asked me to be his wife. Everyone was staring at us, even the waiters. I said yes and kissed him. He picked me up and carried me out of the restaurant all the way to his car.
I was taken aback at the situation and did not know what had just happened. Yet, in my heart, I knew this was what I wanted and so did he.
He dropped me off at the hotel and I painfully said bye to him. I told him to beg his boss to let him have the day off since we had just gotten engaged.
I arrived at the conference party and told my table that I had just been proposed to at dinner by the bartender I had met the night before. None of them believed me until he showed up to pick me up. He had roses and a ring. He said he had told his boss he was engaged and that he had to go.
I was so happy and shocked at the same time. I did not even know how this was going to work. One of us would have to move but who?
We arrived at his town home. Let me just tell you that in my 28 years, I had never had such an amazing and loving moment like that night. It was not lust...it was not sex. It was pure love. Raw love bursting everywhere. The kisses, the touches, everything in that moment was unforgettable.
After a few hours, he decided he wanted to tell his sister, friends, and mother that we were getting married. His roommate arrived and he could not wait to tell him. He was like, "Matt, look! Look! We are getting married!." The look in his face was completely priceless. I could not understand why he was so happy. I told myself that maybe it was because he was genuine about this. After all, there was no reason to lie to me...I was already his and he was already mine.
He drove us to the bar his sister worked at. At first, he did not tell her who I was but after a while, he told her we were getting married and then showed her my ring. Her and I talked for a while and she really seemed to like me. As we were leaving there, he told me that if I nailed his sister liking me, then all would be fine with the rest of his family.
Every time we looked at each other we could not stop smiling. It was real. It was happening to me....in San Antonio. For a moment I really thought I was probably really drunk and passed out somewhere dreaming all this. I knew I wasn't the second I met his mother. I felt how soft her hands were and how short she was. I knew this was really happening. Am I really this amazing that he is willing to do this now? Or are we both so emotionally unstable that this seems right? Could this be the story of a lifetime? While sipping wine and talking to his family, I felt it was.
That night, while we were sleeping, he held me tight. I was having trouble sleeping and so I watched him sleep. He was smiling and seemed to be resting well. He smelled so good and then I remembered him telling me he loved me as he was making love to me. Does he? Do I love him? I did not reply to him since it was unexpected. I had literally just met him 48 hours prior. I wondered if he noticed that I did not say anything back.
After a while, I drifted off to sleep. Upon waking, I had the painful realization that it was time for me to go home and that my time with him was over. I felt the ring on my finger and realized that it was not a drunk dream. It was real. He was laying next to me, still holding on to me. His alarm went off and not realizing that I was already awake, he kissed my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair. I imagined him doing this while smiling and having a sense of peace. We got dressed fast since we were both late. As he drove me back to the hotel, we did not speak. We both looked out the car windows and kept our thoughts to ourselves. He did look at me once or twice and said, "I'm marrying you. Don't you forget it."
I had blocked myself at that point and realized that we had made it official over Facebook and I hadn't even talked to Tyler about this. I was scared for a bit but then realized that I had met the man I was going to marry. I was really serious about making this happen. My feelings met equally with his and I felt lightning bolts instead of sparks and so did he.
He dropped me off at the hotel and by then, I already had the full story to tell everyone. I felt sad and we both didn't know when we were going to see each other again. He promised me a better ring and a better proposal.
Leaving San Antonio that day was bitter-sweet. The week that followed was completely impressive. He called me and texted me every day. I would wake up to the most amazing voice mails from him. His consideration and attention was nothing like I had ever had in the past. I knew I had made the right choice and I was willing to change my whole life for him. I would move down there with him and leave my family here. We were working on a guest count and where we would have our wedding. We video chatted daily and fell asleep with each other on the phone. Each day we spent away from each other was torture. He would spend his time working and I would spend my time working and working out. He would even call me when he would go out with his friends. One time, he went to the carnival with his roommate and his girlfriend and took me on his phone with him. It was a double date and I was in his I Phone.
He expressed himself to me truthfully and respectfully. I never felt weary about him not being true to me. We both knew we were meant to be. The lightning bolts we felt were the biggest pull we had towards each other. We both dated a lot in the past. We both fooled around a lot in the past. We had NEVER met anyone and felt like this before. It was happening.
I finally broke the news to my mother and told her I was moving to San Antonio. I told her I was in love and that I was getting married to Ryan. My mother did not approve and even tried to stop me from going to visit him.
This love drove us both crazy. We were not thinking straight. All we knew was that we wanted to be with each other and that every day we spent apart was very painful. We both could have done anything irrational for love and I did. After two weeks of agony, I decided to drive down there for a weekend. We were both so excited and could not wait. I had to figure out a baby sitter situation and did not care how much it would cost. Because of his work schedule I knew that it would be easier for me to see him and truthfully, I still wasn't ready for him to meet my family and friends.
I arrived in San Antonio and I swear to you, that moment getting out of the car to see my love was one of the most satisfying moments of my life. There he was, waiting for me. We kiss...we hug...and it feels amazing. Almost like if I had been on fire and then dropped into a pool of aloe vera...refreshing...nice...no longer painful.
It was nice to see the familiar bed and pillows and to feel his body next to mine. I felt loved once again not only emotionally, but physically. He ruled my world. He was my King and I was his Queen...
That night was really not planned properly and perhaps a little self control on my part would have made things different. But this, this is for another story...